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Poem

Michel Deguy

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I miss you but now
No more than those I don’t know
I invent them scattering the faces of you
Across the earth that was rich in worlds
(When each king guided an island
By guesswork of its goods (ash of
Bird, manganese and salamander)
And the shipwrecked federated the edges)

Now I miss you but
Like those I don’t know
Whose impatience I imagine with your face
I have thrown your teeth to dreams
I have treated you off-the-shoulder

(There are vessels leading back to the Pacific
Its water steams After the faithful have left
The ocean slavers like a Mongol on the bed pillows
Dead meat balled up and hair in the salt gutter
An elephant blasphemies Poseidon)

I don’t miss you more than those
I don’t know now
Orphic you became I threw
You dismembered absence in several vales
You changed me to host I know
Or make it up

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Tu me manques mais maintenant
Pas plus que ceux que je ne connais pas
Je les invente criblant de tes faces
La terre qui fut riche en mondes
(Quand chaque roi guidait une île
A l’estime de ses biens (cendre d’
Oiseaux, manganèse et salamandre)
Et que des naufragés fédéraient les bords)

Maintenant tu me manques mais
Comme ceux que je ne connais pas
Dont j’imagine avec ton visage l’impatience
J’ai jeté tes dents aux rêveries
Je t’ai traité par-dessus l’épaule

(Il y a des vestales qui reconduisent au Pacifique
Son eau fume C’est après le départ des fidèles
L’océan bave comme un mongol aux oreillers du lit
Charogne en boule et poils au caniveau de sel
Un éléphant blasphème Poséidon)

Tu ne me manques pas plus que ceux
Que je ne connais pas maintenant
Orphique tu l’es devenu J’ai jeté
Ton absence démembrée en plusieurs vals
Tu m’as changé en hôte Je sais
Ou j’invente
Close

PROSE





I miss you but now
No more than those I don’t know
I invent them scattering the faces of you
Across the earth that was rich in worlds
(When each king guided an island
By guesswork of its goods (ash of
Bird, manganese and salamander)
And the shipwrecked federated the edges)

Now I miss you but
Like those I don’t know
Whose impatience I imagine with your face
I have thrown your teeth to dreams
I have treated you off-the-shoulder

(There are vessels leading back to the Pacific
Its water steams After the faithful have left
The ocean slavers like a Mongol on the bed pillows
Dead meat balled up and hair in the salt gutter
An elephant blasphemies Poseidon)

I don’t miss you more than those
I don’t know now
Orphic you became I threw
You dismembered absence in several vales
You changed me to host I know
Or make it up

PROSE





I miss you but now
No more than those I don’t know
I invent them scattering the faces of you
Across the earth that was rich in worlds
(When each king guided an island
By guesswork of its goods (ash of
Bird, manganese and salamander)
And the shipwrecked federated the edges)

Now I miss you but
Like those I don’t know
Whose impatience I imagine with your face
I have thrown your teeth to dreams
I have treated you off-the-shoulder

(There are vessels leading back to the Pacific
Its water steams After the faithful have left
The ocean slavers like a Mongol on the bed pillows
Dead meat balled up and hair in the salt gutter
An elephant blasphemies Poseidon)

I don’t miss you more than those
I don’t know now
Orphic you became I threw
You dismembered absence in several vales
You changed me to host I know
Or make it up
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